This poem was begun March 30th, 2015, and finally, I had the inspiration to finish it.
Ancestors ancient! Askr and Embla!
Shoulders supporting the feet of your son
Hear my words as I wander
Sarenth seeks your counsel!
Gebo’s ways are woefully wended
The Lakes lay lacquered with rot;
How to heal the horrors of humans
Between the spirits and society?
The forests find the foe fierce,
Blood-embers eager to eat;
How to end the hunger
When the mouth may never close?
Thus the Disir directed:
Ally where one can find,
and stand strong upon the shore;
Galdr and growl, giving no peace
To the mouth give mending
Bind its baleful maw
Never will it quit its need
To eat seed, soil, and tree
Grow well and wise with work
Spirits will show the steps to strength
Listening, learn the lay of land
Whispers come the ways of waters
Hearths are hallowed in holiness
Eldr held whole in every home
The binds bite bitter the breaker
When the ways are walked well
Sarenth Odinsson 